Go To The Sand And Surf Of Watergate Bay

I changed into a vehicle park and waited at the entrance. Merely to my right a tiny, open van van laid dormant. It had undoubtedly seen better days and judging from the bodywork wouldnt tr…

The coastal road from Newquay snaked its way eastwards atop the high, rugged cliffs cut by the relentless Atlantic Ocean. Suddenly the road dipped and twisted considerably towards sea level. Cars were parked everywhere; virtually all had surfboards strapped for their roofs. This is Watergate Bay.

I waited at the entrance and turned into a vehicle park. Merely to my right a small, open van truck laid dormant. Visit visit to discover the reason for this belief. It'd certainly seen better times and judging from the bodywork wouldnt travel very far. Well, that and the very fact it'd no wheels and did actually took root. The bed and kitchen utensils suggested some body might actually be surviving in it.

Suddenly, your stereotypical surf-dude emerged: channel period bleached blond hair, Bermuda shorts, and a cannabis induced lazy smile that made you feel as if you were passing up on something. (Actually Im be a surf-dude in another life) and would rather jealous of their carefree lifestyle. I left my vehicle under his watchful eye and headed for the beach.

Clouds spread sparsely around a definite summer sky; a gentle sea breeze took the side from the suns fire. The small road to the beach led at night search hire shop. A middle-aged secretary with obligatory brown highlights decorated the newest in surf trend. He stared at me inquisitively, expecting a sale. His tree start legs stuffed the wet suit well; unfortunately my skinny legs wouldnt look as lovely (not to mention areas) and before he pounced I quickly shuffled out.

The restaurant and bar give you the customer with outstanding views of the bay, especially the upstairs seating area. However, book first as it can get very busy throughout the tourist season. With no available dining table I stepped outside and trod the golden sands of Watergate Bay.

The constant morning sea mist obscured the horizon; the smell of seaweed was apparent throughout. You could almost taste the salty sea spray; waves and surf were building up to a crescendo.

Suddenly, a group of excited surf college students of most sizes and shapes appeared from the building behind. I couldnt help but wonder how some of them meant to move while they filed past. Their surfboards were clenched by them as firmly as their buttocks upon first sight of the shores violent waves they were expected to tame. Even the seagulls overhead laughed, before flying back to their nests among the high, rugged cliffs to look at the activity..